Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

My name is Robert Reynolds, I am an unknown person living in New York, I am an ordinary high school student, I have imagined many times that I can be like Spider-Man, gain superpower overnight, become a superhero, maintain justice, Fight against evil.

But I can't... not only can't get superpowers, because of my timid personality, but also because of my bad life habits, in fact, I'm a drug addict, it's no big deal, my peers around me People are similar to me, and it is not unspeakable.

As for my past, it was a bad time, and a bad story that I don't even want to recall, and my life is a mess, it's like shit.

But that's ok, I've seen Professor Knowlson get out of his lab, great! His lab door is locked, but one window is still open! This is my chance, you know, being an addict costs a lot and I've been a little tight lately...

When night came, I sneaked into this laboratory, and the damn window couldn't stop me at all. I don't know these weird devices that Professor Noelson put in the laboratory, but I do know, I have to take away one or two of them that seem to be more valuable before others find out...

I spent fifteen minutes looking for my target in this laboratory. When I noticed the footsteps of the school security getting closer, I took what I found and ran all the way, but left the laboratory Earlier, I found a yellow reagent that was undergoing some kind of reaction on Professor Knowlson's desk.

To be honest, I don't know why I put my hand on it, but maybe it was fate, anyway, I put it in my pocket.

While escaping, I was unfortunately discovered by the security guards. I ran all the way and was finally cornered by them.

I fell, and the contents of my pockets shattered. I felt broken glass piercing my waist, and a tingling liquid that seemed to be rotting my body.

In that instant, I felt as if I had been thrown into the face of the sun, my flesh was scorched, and I couldn't make a sound from the pain.

My eyes are dark...

I know, I'm probably going to die, but if there's an afterlife like that mage-dressed jerk once said, I hope... I'll be a real superhero.

Well... just like the Spider-Man I admire, maybe, stronger than him! ! !

My name is Robert Reynolds, and this is the end of my bad story... and of course, the beginning of a new story, a new life... On this day, I met the man who changed my life forever.

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boom

A group of dazzling red rays of light tore through the night sky of New York, like a destructive rainbow in the darkness, across the sky, the highly concentrated energy at this moment even penetrated the cover of the atmosphere, and spread across all parts of the earth. The energy detection stations all detected a burst of devastating power.

Take Joel to a safe place, I'll go and see!

Clarke, a reporter from the Planet Daily who was having dinner with his family, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said something to his wife, Louise, who was already hugging his son Joel. Through the open window into the night.

Mom, Mom, did Dad go to beat the bad guys?

Little Qiaoer is 10 years old this year. He was just curious. He twisted his neck restlessly in his mother's arms and looked at the direction his father was leaving. His eyes were full of admiration and curiosity.

It's all right, Joel, your dad will be back soon.

As the wife of a superhero, Louise was used to this sudden separation. She sighed and took her son into the bedroom, where there was an activated portal.

We're going to play with Aunt Ophelia...you have to be obedient~

Clark's figure was also advancing rapidly in the air. When he turned his head, he could see the red battle armor rushing from the direction of Manhattan. Stark was obviously also alarmed.

While approaching the place where the explosion occurred, Clark in casual clothes landed on the roof of the building. The next moment, a shadow fell from the sky and landed beside him.

The energy here is abnormally active...

While chattering, the little spider took out the headgear of the spider suit from his bag and put it on: Look below, it's like being bombed by a nuclear bomb...

As the little spider said, in front of Clark, the entire community high school and the block seemed to be hit by a meteorite. Purple light, and energy sparks visible to the naked eye flowed back and forth in that light.

It looks like a door to other worlds has been opened here.

click

While the two were talking, there was a faint sound of metal clashing in the air, and Iron Man landed beside the two of them smoothly. When he landed, the metal shell on his arm flipped. into a portable energy detector.

This is not the energy that can be naturally produced by the earth's environment. It's more like the mysterious particles in the cosmic phenomenon. God, it's still expanding! It's almost like the feeling when a whole sun collapses.

click

The helmet on Iron Man's face flipped outwards, revealing a face with two bright red hickeys. He greeted Clark and the little spider, and said in a deep voice:

Contact Fury, let's find a way to bind this energy first, once it becomes unstable, the whole of New York will be over.

Wait! Mr. Stark!

The little spider interrupted Stark and Clark's plan, he poked his head towards the rolling light ahead, and said with a hint of doubt:

I seem to see a person in the light!

ha?

Stark turned his head to look at the little spider: Parker, are you drinking too much? At such an energy level, ordinary people will be directly vaporized...unless...

Unless she or he is not an ordinary person!

Clark jumped off the roof, and he shouted: Go and see first, if what the little spider sees is true, it proves that this bad thing is not accidental, at least, we still have a survivor and a bystander, Or, the murderer!

swish

The figure of the little spider followed the elastic force of the spider silk, and quickly fell into the surging energy. When he landed, he felt a little uncomfortable. The energy surge here was so violent that it even made him dizzy Case.

Uh, I think, I have to get out first...

The little spider scratched his head, and was about to jump out of the danger zone and leave the search to the Son of Krypton and the Iron Man, but when he turned around, he felt a look of horror.

Right behind him, under the two-thirds collapsed floor, buried in the soil.

Where are you?

The little spider took a step forward, stretched his left hand forward, and raised his right hand, which represented that he had no malicious intentions. He shouted loudly: Can you come out and meet us? By the way, tell us what happened here! We have no malicious intentions!

You! Who are you!

The hiding figure seemed to be terrified, and even his voice became hoarse and low, as if he was panting heavily, and seemed to be suppressing some restless emotions:

Go away! Get out of here! I don't believe you!

Hey, hey! Calm down, man!

The energy of the riot made the little spider take a step back subconsciously, and he shouted loudly:

Look! I'm Spider-Man. Everyone in New York knows me. If you know me too, you should know that I only fight bad guys... Are you a bad guy?

Me! Of course I'm not! You...you're Spider-Man? Really?

The voice seemed to be in a state of trance, and when Spider-Man said his name, his voice suddenly raised a few degrees:

Are you really him? I... I'm your fan, yes, I adore you... I... I'm not a bad person, I don't... I just... just accidentally...

Okay! Alright! Take it easy, buddy!

Seeing that the guy hiding in front of him showed signs of confusion, Spider-Man hurriedly said, Anyway, I'm here to help you! Trust me!

Come on, come out of your hiding place, it's safe here, I promise... er, basically promise!

The little spider waved his hands, calming down that guy's chaotic thoughts bit by bit. He always had a special aura, a trustworthy aura. In fact, the little spider was the most loved by New Yorkers Superhero, to some extent, he is even more likable than the handsome and rich Iron Man.

Because he treats everyone equally and will do his best to help them.

And under the little spider's persuasion, the guy hiding in the ruins came out like a frightened little animal. He covered his face with his hands in fear, but from between the fingers , but can clearly see the surging light like the sun.

With the movement of his footsteps, each step will cause the surrounding energy to tumbling quickly, as if being absorbed by his body bit by bit.

That's it! Come on, give me your hand! You're not going to hurt me, are you?

The little spider instinctively felt the danger from the guy in front of him, but he could also feel the restlessness in the guy's heart. He stretched out his hand and whispered in the most gentle voice:

I'm here to help you, trust me!

You're really...really Spider-Man...I, of course I wouldn't hurt you...

When seeing Spider-Man with his own eyes, this guy showed a very happy mood. He took a step forward and tried to grab the little spider's hand, but he used too much force and stepped on the ground under their feet. Oval depression.

This made both of them stunned.

Sorry, I, I didn't mean to...

This guy saw that he had done something wrong, and hurriedly wanted to grab the little spider's hand to apologize, but at this moment, Iron Man and Superman rushed out from the ruins, and in their vision, what they saw was a A guy with a dangerous energy all over his body is trying to catch the poor little spider.

This is of course considered offensive behavior.

Whizzing

More than a dozen missiles sprayed out from the projection port on the back of the steel armor, while Clark accelerated his speed, trying to save the endangered little spider from the monster.

No! Don't hit him! No!!!

The little spider screamed, trying to stop the attack of the two friends, but it was too late.

In a state of chaotic thinking, this strange guy's foreknowledge of danger was astonishingly sharp. At the moment the missile was fired, he opened his hands, and two huge yellow beams of light shot out from his palms. Submerge Iron Man and Superman in it.

You guys! Liars! Not worthy...not trustworthy!

boom

The yellow energy rolled and exploded, like the broken light of thousands of stars, pushing this mysterious guy into the starry sky, and after he disappeared, the little spider rushed to Iron Man and Superman, two very capable The big guy who hit him, after that guy's casual blow, has already entered a state of injury.

Who is this ruthless character who suddenly appeared?

Superman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At the moment when he was hit by the light just now, he felt as if he was hit head-on by a planet, and he couldn't resist at all.

And Stark beside him was even worse. The bloody battle armor all over his body was flipped open in a scorching high temperature state, and Stark, who had been severely burned inside, was thrown out.

At that moment just now, his energy burst exceeded the limit that I could detect... It was like a newborn and rapidly expanding universe suddenly exploded.

Stark knelt on the ground, moaning in pain, his whole body trembling, looking at the little spider and Superman, he shook his head:

No matter who he is, he is no longer someone we can deal with...

boom

Robert Reynolds, who rushed into the stars, was in a state of confusion. After the weird potion really brought him unimaginable power, he was not overjoyed, on the contrary, he fell into a kind of panic.

He doesn't know what's going on with his body, and he doesn't know why those superheroes are attacking him.

As a groupie, he certainly knows Iron Man and Superman. Although he has power, he is still an ordinary person at heart. don't know where i'm going...

In his heart, he has become a villain.

hum

Among the barren stars in front of Robert Reynolds, a broken gate of space suddenly appeared. The next moment, a man wearing an apron and a loose casual shirt came out of the broken gate, with his hips akimbo, Standing in front of Reynolds.

Although his attire was a bit ridiculous, this man gave Reynolds the feeling that he was like a wall, tightly blocking the endless starry sky in front of him.

Even his extremely keen senses on the other side were telling him: as long as he dared to bump into it, he would... die.

The panicked Reynolds stopped his directionless running. He didn't know how to face the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. The man just looked at Reynolds for a moment, then shook his head with disdain:

Ugh, a lucky single-universe...seriously, the way you got your powers makes me jealous, friend.

His voice was very gentle, but it made Reynolds feel a little humiliated, he clenched his fists, the darkness and power surged in his heart, the beast in his heart roared and wanted to rush out of the fence, and give this arrogant man a real... Lessons.

On the other side of him, the yellow-skinned, black-haired man moved his wrists and said in a babbling voice:

I haven't fought anyone else for almost 10 years. If I hit hard in a while, you must tell me... The premise is that if you can still survive...

Stop talking big!!

Reynolds felt that his patience had reached its limit, and the memory of easily defeating Iron Man and Superman emerged in his mind. He felt that maybe he didn't need to be afraid!

So he raised his fists and rushed towards the man in front of him like a yellow shooting star.

He saw six gemstones of different colors appear behind the man, and then heard the man say in a deep voice:

Overlord - Heaven's Punishment!!

Boom boom boom boom!

In the overwhelming light rushing towards him, as if the entire stars and the universe were distorted, Reynolds only felt his eyes go dark, and he tried to fight back with the power of the stars surging all over his body, but...

Why! Why are your fists so weak!

Why is your threat so weak!

Fight back! Punch like a man! Let me see... Let me see, how far can you go!!!

boom!!!

The light shining on the starry sky lasted less than 3 seconds, and the shattered starlight like a meteorite drew a bright trace among the dark stars, sliding from this battlefield to the distant earth.

The disappearance of the opponent made the man who appeared suddenly stunned. He still maintained the posture of punching. He looked at the empty stars. After 2 seconds, he shook his head, put away his fists, straightened his clothes, and put He took off the apron before he had time to take it off, and then lit a cigarette with some desolation.

In the starry sky where there was no air at all, he exhaled smoke rings, and he looked at his right hand.

It's not that he's too weak...it's me...I'm too strong...

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When Reynolds regained his sanity again, he found that he had returned to the earth and was thrown in a barren desert, and that impossibly strong man was standing in the desert in front of him, and the smoke of cigarettes was blowing in the setting sun. Little by little.

The man seemed to notice his awakening, he turned his head, squatted down, and patted Reynolds on the cheek.

You got power at the cost of destroying a block in New York and killing 223 people. Maybe I should kill you here...

Reynolds' heart suddenly tightened, and even his recovering body trembled, but the next moment, the man looked like a lunatic, and suddenly stood up laughing, stretched out his left foot and kicked him:

That's what I would have done 10 years ago...Since power has chosen you, it means you should have a place in this world.

Go back to where you came from, use your actions to atone for those 223 lives, of course you can continue to do evil...but my eyes will be on you...

He clapped his hands and flicked a wisp of soot into the wind:

In our bad tradition, I should give you a name.

Then from today...you will be called Sentinel! The Sentinel who sweeps away dangers for the world, the Sentinel who guards civilization, and the Sentinel who stands guard for me, um...this name is very good.

Reynolds raised his head in a daze, and sat cross-legged in the dusk desert. He looked at the figure in front of him in awe. In the setting sun that reflected half of the sky, the big man in front of him was silently smoking a cigarette, as if he was enjoying the rare peaceful man.

This should be a big deal.

Reynolds told himself this, and after a while, he stood up cautiously, patted the dust off his body, and asked respectfully in a low voice:

So... my lord, what should I call you?

kindness?

The man turned his head, the smoke entangled half of his cheeks, the golden light of the setting sun enveloped half of his body, while the other half was placed in the shadows, light and shadow formed a kind of vicissitudes on this slightly vicissitudes of life man. Almost substantively balanced:

Fu...

The last wisp of smoke rose, and he put the apron on his shoulders like a windbreaker, and in the dimming sunset, he left as quietly as he appeared:

You can call me Sable, Sable Hawk...

Or... Overlord!